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This still season one
Swinging with no advance
Trying to let another hit run
Running from nothing
It's still never enough
Whole time I
'm off on a tangent, do the math numbers rising
They don't wanna hear me talk my shit, they don't wanna see me
Walk like this, I feel some disrespect from
Try to take my soul get hit
Yea yea
I'm sold to Christ my King
Yea yea
And that's just real though
Me and my lady
Rock-A-By Baby
I made changes
Oh so
change
I don't wanna feel
I don't wanna fuckin think
You been covering up the pain
Tell me what is on your brain
Been staring at the same 4 walls
Came from the bottom
I ain't had shit but $13 to my name
Came from the bottom
Had to find a way out yea you know a nigga had to make a change
I was
was skinny
Thought you would run up in me
I want you to come and see me
You Nigga's could never see me I'm Free
I came from a slave ship but not by
me
What
It was me that made me hot
Went to shop my CD
Think I'm easy
Cos you gave me props
From day dot my flow been wavy
All you people know's fugazi
deuce chunked when I fall through
Piece 'n chain and my gold ring
Rolex and that bezel lit
I'm G'ed up from the feet up
When we meet up, you can tell
really change the season
You in the presence
Of the shogun
Shohei Ohtani
This a home run
They see I'm out the park
They know I'm on one
Curveball you
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
the purple hues
Of yesterday
You see, the seasons change
A little less every goddamn year
I think I breathed in all this cowardice
From the goddamned air
You
a life of hurtin'
Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin' certain
So I spent your time in poor and working
I see no reason
So I stay ballin' season to season
niggas think I cake her when I take her out,
But come that week, just watch me rape her fucking bank account.
Eventually the P$C, hey, we gone take
they just don’t see how they see color, shit
Sometimes I can’t think the same
Like my mind wrapped in chains
Supplied by all these brand names
Tellin' me
flow
From delta flight to four seasons
Cold creeper
Jeep doors off, I drove diesel
This hoe a diva
Eat her up late nights like cold pizza
The whole
Mental heath it's not easy to see the real from fake
So for my sake I keep distance
Holdin up a steak
Vampires many liars post apocalyptic
They say I
head to get yo grip quick
We here to claim our own gold Daytonas
To slide through in the lak with the ray chrome on 'em
Jump to it, and I ain't never
FUCK y'all niggaz talkin' bout cheddar
[Ras] Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
[Can] Four swordsmen
[Ras] From the land
living the life, yeh we learning
Change will come, yeh I see it
Whole new season
In the stu we cook no season
So gimme a reason
To stop, I ain't stopping
boy I'm out my top
Pocket full of money and my gold teeth shining
La La La La my block is hot
Check it out, See I don't talk dog I talk to myself
to trick
Equipped with game so we bang with this thuggish shit
I see you tryin' to hide, hopin' that nobody don't notice
You must always remember
You're
you think I'd run this shit
Man of course look what i did
Wait
See me on the roll
Tryna bag and get the gold
If you see my niggas
We at it tryna
till ya descend
Yo actions made the outcome, so go-go contend
But it ain't me, you see
Who getting schooled by UC?
Mental state stay gold
Proof?
Right
rollin and you ballin
I got golds in my mouth and I'm reppin New Orleans
They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid
I had changed my life,
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